me one. With his tongue, he brought me another. And when he slid into me and pushed me high up on to the bed, I almost had another on contact.
Clothes now discarded, skin on sweaty skin, my legs wrapped solidly around his hips, which pushed against mine. His eyes burned as I felt
every inch of him. Inside. Outside. Al around the town.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. And then I heard it.
Thump.
“Oh, God,” I moaned again.
Thump thump.
I giggled at the sound. We were banging.
He looked down at me, raising one eyebrow. “Something funny?” he asked, pausing his movements. He pushed back into me slowly, very, very
slowly.
“We’re banging the wal s.” I giggled again, watching his eyes change as he registered my giggling.
“We sure are,” he admitted, chuckling a little as wel . “You okay?”
I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist, making sure I was as close to him as I could be. “Bring it on home, Wal banger.” I winked, and
he complied.
I was being driven up the bed with the strength of his thrusts. He drove into me with unflinching force, giving me exactly what I could take, then
pushing me just past that edge. He stared down at me, hard, flashing that knowing smirk. I closed my eyes, letting myself feel how deeply I was
being affected. And by deep, I mean deep…
He grasped my hands and brought them above my head to the headboard.
“You’re gonna wanna hold on for this,” he whispered and threw one of my legs up over his shoulder as he altered his hips.
“Simon!” I shrieked, feeling my body begin to spasm. His eyes, those damnable blue eyes, bore into mine as I shook around him.
He cal ed out my name, and no one else’s.
A little while later, almost asleep, I felt the mattress dip as Simon left the bed. Hearing him flip over the record, I snuggled deeper into the
pil ow. My body was deliciously tired, having been worked to within an inch of total exhaustion. We banged that wal , yes indeed. I owned both sides
of that wal now.
I heard him bumble down the hal and half wondered what he was up to. Thinking in that tired, half-awake way that he must be getting some
water, I slipped back down to sleep.
A few moments later I was awoken by his arms sliding around me, pul ing me against his warm body. He kissed me on my neck, then cheek,
then forehead as he got settled. Then I heard…purring?
“What’s that?” I asked, looking around.
“I thought he might be lonely,” Simon admitted sheepishly. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Simon, and then Clive. Simon had gone over to get
him. Clive was purring very loudly, quite pleased with al the attention he’d been receiving lately. He poked his nose in to me and settled into the
nook between us.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, rol ing my eyes at the two of them.
“Are you that surprised? You know much I love pussy,” Simon deadpanned. Then his silent laughter shook the bed.
“You’re very lucky I love you,” I added, letting his arms hold me tight.
“I’l say.”
And then, as the laughter faded and sleep took hold, I pondered what the future might hold for me and my Wal banger.
I knew it wouldn’t always be this easy. But it sure as hel would be a good time.
A ll was quiet as I set out on patrol, making sure the perimeter was secure. I padded through my new territory, taking notice of any loose Q-Tips.
They would need to be dealt with if unruly. If allowed to run unchecked, they would multiply. I’d seen it happen.
I came upon a curious shelf with nothing but glass bottles on it. I batted at one, watching as it fell to the floor. I would have to come back to
this location, but for now I had rounds.
Checking the view from the front window, I saw that I could retain control of my neighborhood from this vantage point. I scouted a possible
napping station in another window with southern exposure, then stopped for a stare-off with an owl outside. Neither of us gave in willingly, and it
was another fifteen minutes before I continued on to check on my people. They had finally quieted down after several rounds of caterwauling.
Honestly.
The Feeder was, predictably, taking up most of the sleeping quarters. The Tall One, aptly named because he was taller than The Feeder,
was making that noise again—the noise I simply could not tolerate. The Feeder was beginning to toss and turn. She was not sleeping soundly.
Without enough sleep, she would be unlikely to play with me the following evening, so this situation would have to be remedied. She did seem
to enjoy our games, so I would once more take matters into my own paws.
Jumping from the floor to the bed with a natural grace—a grace that was not fully appreciated by my people, I felt—I navigated my way